Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We held on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and trees,
like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated
along the of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road into the sea
and the seasons lay,
and the smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like the news of an suicide.
We picked up the and formed them into shapes
of stars that wore like an antique dress.
The echoes of the past the hearts of the unborn
as the wheel silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered in hopes of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the of the maelstrom and asked
if you would accompany me in a fall,
but you made me realize that my ticket good for two.
I alone.
You said, "The cinders are like snow."
There is in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty,
elegies of savagery and eloquence.
Of and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the
and the darkness is a of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the and drifted slowly outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we found scratched
into the earth a message.

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